I walk into my apartment with the bag in my hand, giddy with excitement. Opening the whisky I'd got from a friend, I sit on my couch lazily. I remove my coat, not bothering to put anything on. Sipping slowly, I rerun the events that have led me here. Here, naked, with a bag of God knows what, leaking on my chair. He makes me wet, but it's far more than that. He makes me feel secure, safe. I giggle as I think picture myself naked, chained and feathered. God, I feel sexy around him. Not just physically. Whenever he wasn't fucking me, he was there beside me. Holding me, complimenting me, caring for me, giving me names. He could have fucked me without any care, like a whore. But, every step of the way, even when he was the animal that claimed me, calling me his little whore, he took care not to hurt me. Maybe he was just being a good 'dom', maybe it was just the way he was, but I saw those eyes. The eyes that laughed at my silly cooking jokes. Eyes that went soft when he kissed me goodnight.
Eyes of the man that I am falling in love with engulf my mind as I drift off.
Shit! I'm late!
I run to the shower spending as little time as possible. As I hurriedly dress myself, my eyes shoot to the bag at the corner of the room. Tiredness forced me away from it yesterday. Not today though. I run to it like a like a little kid running to unwrap a present. I remove the wrapping in a hurry to find what's basically a few threads of cloth. I hold them up to my eye. An audible gasp escapes as I figure out what it is. It's a pair of bra and panties. That, I expected. But there isn't a single inch of opaque sewn cloth. It's just red strings. I wear them, my hands fumbling. The 'bra' actually doesn't cover my breasts at all. The strings run on the outline of my tits and that's it. My nipples, hell, my whole breasts are exposed. I try on the panties and it's the same. Two strings run along my 'V' and fuse into a single piece of thread that settles deep in my crack. Daddy wants me to wear them to his house today. But I want to wear them now as well. Moisture gathers between my legs as I put on a simple knee length skirt and a white collared shirt. I want daddy to see me like this.
It's 12 in the afternoon and I haven't paid attention to a single word of the 'Advanced Physics' lecture. I have been too busy with the chemistry going on between my legs. I want to tease daddy today. In the break, I go up to his room and knock on the already open door,
"Ms. Anderson," he says smiling devilishly, running his eyes all over my body.
"Professor, I seem to have a problem," I say biting my lip. He's alone, the corridors are largely empty and my juices are flowing.
"And the problem is?" he beams at me, getting up and moving closer to me.
"I... I seem to be rather wet... down there, professor," I say looking at the floor.
"I'm going to have to verify that Ms. Anderson," he says, closing the door and latching it.
"You little tease," he laughs as he pulls me in for a kiss behind a rack of books. His hand slips below my shirt and finds the stringy bra.
"You've worn this all day?" he asks, surprised.
"Well, I've been holding my bag across my chest all day," I giggle into his neck.
His hands find the clasps of my skirt. Yanking it down, he wanders his hand on my slick pussy, opening my lips.
"God," I moan.
"You have been truthful, Ms. Anderson. You are dripping," he says, plunging one finger deep inside me.
I gasp, trying not to shout. I kiss him ferociously as he plays with my clit. I'm about to come when he removes his finger.
"That's not fair," I say in mock anger pushing myself against his erection.
"Of course it is Ms. Anderson. I was just checking if you were wet."
He pulls my panties down my leg and removes them. Holding them against his nose, he grins,
"I'm keeping this for now... as a souvenir from a loving student."
I blush a deep red.
"I have a lecture to give and unfortunately, you have a different one to attend. Move," he adds.
I dress myself and as a parting tease, I yank his hand and lick it clean. I like tasting myself if it's been on him.
"Bye, papa," I giggle when he opens the door.
"Bye, kitten," he says swatting my ass as I leave. There's no one in the corridor; at least no one who's noticed me. I laugh myself silly walking to my class. My head down, just like a good girl.
I pull up at daddy's house at 10 minutes before 5. He's leaning on the door, hands in his pocket and legs crossed. I want to put on a little show for daddy. I get out of the car and pull the sexiest face I can. Taking small steps towards him, I unbutton my shirt, slowly. I can see him smile as I reach the third button. The cool breeze of the evening brushes my nipples, making them harder than they were. I pull the shirt from below my coat. My left tit is exposed by the wind. I turn a full circle as I remove my shirt completely.
Unclasping the hooks on my skirt, I walk to him. The skirt loosens and I step out of it. With just a few red strings on my boobs I walk up to him.
"Did you like that, daddy?" I ask him, biting my lip.
In response, he lifts me, holding my hips. I latch onto his waist as he kisses me. He carries me into the house.
"That was the sexiest strip show ever," he whispers in my ear.
"Thank you," I giggle as he nibbles on my ear. He makes me want to do stuff for him. Things I wouldn't even think of doing with others. He puts me down on the dining table. The glass feels cold against my ass.
Reaching into his pocket, he retrieves my panties that he had confiscated earlier.
"I want to be everywhere this has been," he says waving it in front of my face.
"It's all yours for the taking daddy," I say boldly, spreading my legs even as I feel my face turn red.
"Your temptations Eliza, are sometimes too much for me to bear. But, not now," he says gesturing me to get down.
He's putting the panties back on me again. I'm almost disappointed. I grind myself against his fingers trying to seduce him. His other hand comes down on my ass, hard. I jump in pain, the sting spreading all over.
"That's for trying to fuck my finger you whore," he says laughing and takes my hand in his, leading us to the bedroom.
He turns to me, his face glowing as the last rays of sun hit him through the windows.
"I've bought you a dress, kitten, for tonight," he says and proceeds to pull out a red dress and a pair of black round toe boots from a bag. The dress itself looks very short. Just thinking of people watching me wearing this makes me shudder with excitement. He brings them and helps me put it on. It's held by one long zip from my ass to just below my neck. It fits me perfectly and I smile inwards. He puts the boots on and they come up almost to my knees. It's a small healed boot. Just enough to push my ass up by a couple of inches. Standing up, he looks at me. I can see he's happy and that makes me happier still. I pose for him bringing my hands to my hips and lowering my boobs a little. With no warning he takes my hand and twists it just a little so my bent back is facing him. He lands three sharp spanks on my ass without any interval.
"Oww...," I shriek in pain and surprise.
Letting go of my hands he turns and pulls me to him, kissing me fiercely. His tongue meets mine and I am lost in the magic of the moment.
"What was that for?" I shoot him a mock angry glance pointing towards my ass.
"For looking so damn sexy, kitten" he says. I blush like a teenage girl on her first date as he rubs his hand along my ass.
We walk to the car and leave for the event, heading further away from the city. Darkness slowly takes over the night as we pull up at what looks like a ranch. Someone opens the gates and he parks the car. As the car quietens, he reaches to the back seat and grabs a bag. The mask that I was wondering about emerges. It's purple and not a complete face mask. It just covers my eyes and extends to my nose and forehead on its sides.
"It's a Velcro mask. It will sit tight on your face and won't loosen," he says as he effortlessly puts it on me. It snugly sits on my face and as feel it, he reaches out to the bag again and takes out a collar.
"Will you wear this for me, Eliza?" he asks. It's dark and I can't see his face but I know he's serious about it.
"You know you can put it on me," I say, a little confused about why he's asking.
"This isn't just for now. I want you to wear it whenever we are alone. It's a symbol Eliza, a symbol that means you're mine." His voice has gone all soft. I am beyond happy. To be his; that is what I've wanted.
"Yes. I want that very much," I say, overjoyed.
I am expecting his hands around my neck when I feel his lips on mine. Hungry, savage lips. I am taken aback but I give myself to him throwing my arms round him. I feel the dress lift up a little but I can't care. We are locked with each other, our tongues in a duel for some time before he pulls out, his breath heavy.
"Thank you, kitten," he whispers in my ear as he wraps the collar around me. It's leather and not too thick. It rests on my neck where it meets my shoulders. It feels so right to have the collar on me, proof of my complete submission to him.
We get out of the car and he offers his arms as we walk towards a large house in a distance.
"Eliza, there will be people who may or may not be wearing masks. If they are wearing one, it means that they don't want to discuss about their identity. And it's not a huge sex party as soon as we get in. We can have a casual chat with people and then go to the 'play room'. And, you will see things that aren't... well... that aren't very familiar to you. Don't let it mess with your head. They are just like us, but different in their sexual needs," he briefs me as we reach the lawns of the house. It's definitely a house. And one where I think people live daily. The lawn seems to be freshly cut and the glasses of all the lawn lamps show wear. We reach the doorstep and he asks,
"Ready, kitten?"